Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Professor Cline Revealed (Book One) by J.M. La Rocca

**Please choose one excerpt**

Excerpt #1

“Dance with me?”

I stared at him blankly. “Uhh.” I turned
and scanned the room, looking for a radio of some kind, but didn’t see
anything. Did he want to dance with no music? Would that be such a bad thing?
The sexual tension was already at its highest peak, so it couldn’t get any more
frustrating.

I grabbed my glass of wine and took two
healthy gulps before latching on to his hand.

He pulled me up to him and out of
nowhere, music started to play.

We walked a few feet away from the table,
not far from the fire pit.

“Where did the music come from?”

He tugged me close, lifting my arms to
wrap around his neck. Then he placed his arms on my lower back, pulling me
flush to his body.

“I have the remote in my pocket.”

I smirked at his slickness and looked
into his eyes.

“If I didn’t know any better, Mr. Cline,
I’d think you were trying to seduce me.”

He chuckled as he swayed us to the
classical music.

“I don’t seduce, Ms. Blake. I take what I
want.”

My cheeks flushed, and I tried to hold
back my smile. The whole purpose of us getting together was so we could get to
know one another better, but I couldn’t deny or hold back the sexual tension. I
knew he could feel it, too, but I wasn’t going to make the first move.

“Is that so?” I asked, raising a brow. “I
see a man being romantic.”

My breathing picked up as he slowly ran
his hands up my sides until his thumbs were resting directly under the wire of
my bra.

“I don’t do romance,” he said softly, his
lips lowered to my ear.

“I beg to differ.”

My breath was coming in short pants as
his thumbs moved over the swells of my breast. I was ready for him to lose
control and take me right there. Anything to release the pulsing that was
taking over my lower half.

He lowered his head into my neck, and I
could feel his hot breath blow against my skin before his teeth scraped against
me, causing me to moan.

I pulled back and looked him over. The
lamps caused shadows to form on his face, but his blue eyes stared into me, daggers
piercing my soul. Deep down, even though I had battles with myself, I felt like
I already belonged to him. I just needed to surrender.

“You can’t be a man who takes what he
wants when it’s willingly being given to you,” I admitted.

As soon as the words left my mouth, his
lips were on mine. Lifting his hands, he entangled them in my hair and I did
the same to him. I felt his erection pushing through his pants as I pressed
myself harder against him, my need taking over my actions.

He slowly started walking me backwards
until my back met the wall, then he pulled back, breaking our kiss.

“Turn around and put your hands up on the
wall,” he commanded in a low tone, breathing heavily.

Excitement coursed through me and I did
as I was told. My arousal had soaked through my thong and was dampening my
thighs, something that had never happened to me before. With Mason, I was
always so ready, the excitement of being with him overwhelming.

All thoughts of the way the night was
supposed to go quickly went out the door as soon as I felt him gathering up my
skirt. I bowed my head and took deep breaths as I felt the material slowly move
higher and higher.

“I’ve been craving you,” he breathed,
leaning in to me. I tilted my head back until the side of his face was pressed
against mine. “To feel that tight pussy around my cock.” He bunched my dress up
around my hips and pulled back. “If you don’t want this, princess, tell me
now,” he growled.

“I want it,” I moaned as he ran his
fingers along the outside of my thong. “Don’t stop.”

Grabbing both sides of my dress, he
lifted it up, pulling me away from the wall so he could yank it off completely.

“Lean toward the wall, place your hands
above your head and stick your ass out for me.”

I did as I was told; all the while, he
was running the tips of his fingers up and down my spine.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I turned my head and looked behind me to
see him unbuttoning his dress shirt. He was glorious underneath his clothes,
although I hadn’t been able to fully appreciate what he looks like with his
pants off, too. When I saw him naked in his bathroom that night, I wasn’t
exactly looking at him in a sexual way to appreciate his hard-earned muscular
lines.

Meeting his gaze, he smirked at me as he
removed his shirt, tossing it to the ground. Then he grabbed my hips and leaned
forward, placing his lips on my shoulder blade, kissing his way down.

I looked away, dropping my head again,
and closed my eyes. I savored every delicate touch of his lips on my skin.

He slowly worked his way down then licked
the skin right above my thong, and I moaned in anticipation. Slowly, he grabbed
the material between his teeth and started pulling them down until they
eventually fell on their own.

With my ass sticking out for him to do as
he wished, I waited not so patiently for what he might do. What I didn’t expect
was for him to spank my ass, causing a yelp to escape my lips.

I felt him get closer to me as he ran a
hand from my ass all the way up until his fingers splayed in my hair, grabbing
a handful and tilting my head back.

“I wanted to go slow with you, but I need
this,” he confessed as he reached his other hand around to slide a finger
between my lips, rubbing my clit in the process.

My mouth hung open and moans escaped as
his finger worked its way up and down as his other hand tightened in my hair.

The past
never stays in the past. The pain, guilt, and darkness still flow through my
veins and itch to come out. I’m not proud of my secrets, but I have never felt
shame either…until her.
Emma makes me feel things I thought I’d become immune to. She makes me want to
see light, to rid myself of my demons and it terrifies me.
There is so much from my past she doesn’t know. I told her I wasn’t good for
her, that I’d ruin her, and I vowed to stay away. But I can’t get her off my
mind.
I need her.
I need her in more ways than I knew were possible for me.
She is my saving grace and I’m ready for redemption.

J.M. La
Rocca was born in Chicago, IL. At an early age, her family relocated to lower
Alabama where she began her love for writing. She currently resides in
Pensacola, FL with her husband and twin sons. As a stay at home mom, La Rocca
was able to pursue her love for writing. It was always an unrealized dream to
write her own books. With the love and support from her husband Tony, family,
and friends, she set forth and fulfilled that dream.Aside from writing she also
loves to read, listen to music, drink wine, indulge on chocolate, chase her
little ones around, and spend time with her family and friends.